 Hi, I'm Mr. Badner, and I'm going to read you my favorite story, The Pout Pout Fish. Deep in the water where the fish hang out, Liz a glum gloomy swimmer with an ever-present pout. I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face, so I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blub, blub, blub. Along comes a clam with a wide-winning grin and a pearl of ice for her pal to take in. Mr. Fish, with your crosstown frow, don't you think it's time to turn it upside down? Says the fish to his friend. Nice thought, Ms. Clam. I hear what you're saying, but it's just the way I am. I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face, so I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blub, blub, blub. Along comes a jellyfish. He floats through the ocean. His tentacles are trailing in a gentle look of motion. Hey, Mr. Fish, with your daily scaly scowl. I wish you wouldn't greet us with a grimace and a growl. Says the fish to his friend. Mr. Jelly, I agree. I'd like to be more friendly, but it isn't up to me. I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face, so I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blub, blub, blub. Along comes a squid, quite a slender squiggly sight. She is squirmy. She is squelchy. She's slightly impolite. Hey, Mr. Fish, you kaleidoscope of smoke. How about a smile, a little joy, a little hope? Says the fish to his friend. Mrs. Squid, I would try, but I haven't any choice. Take a look, and you'll see why. I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face, so I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blub, blub, blub. Along comes an octopus with eight great arms, covered to the underside with tiny sucker charms. Hey, Mr. Fish, let me tell it to you straight. You're hulky bulky sulking. It's an unattractive trait. Says the fish to his friend. Mr. Eight, my chum, with a mouth like mine. I'm destined to be glum. I'm a pout pout fish with a pout pout face, so I spread the dreary wearies all over the place. Blub, blub, blub. Now along comes a fish in a silent silver shimmer. The gang has never seen before this bright and brilliant swimmer. She approaches Mr. Fish, but instead of saying hey, she plants a kiss upon his pout, and then she swims away. Mr. Fish is most astounded. Mr. Fish is just aghast. He is stone-faced like a statue, then he blinks and speaks at last. My friends, says Mr. Fish. I should have known it all along. I thought that I was pouty, but it turns out I was wrong. I'm a kiss kiss fish with a kiss kiss face for spreading cherry cherries all over the place. So I'll smooch, smooch, smooch, smooch, smooch. I hope you enjoyed the pout pout fish. If you liked it, there are other books just like this in the library and even more in the series. So head to your library and check out some pout pout fish books. Keep reading!